take a high dive into your brain > FEATHERSPINE n RIVEWHISPER

[TIGERSTING]

The stresses of being a young warriors has proved tiresome for Tigersting as she strives to be the very best, setting herself up for the glow of being young to sizzle out and result in burnout. In the face of sickness and Leaf-fall, the chocolate tabby knows she must remain perfect and find a solution for the weariness which feels weighing on her shoulders. It's why she has wrangled her siblings, guiding them into the moorlands like little ducklings and only flashing a smirk at their questions of what has possessed her to drag them out of camp so early. Time with Tigersting's siblings should take her calculative, over-analyzing mind away from the torrential downpour in her mind that threatens to burst and flood the nearest ear with an outpour of incoherent concerns and doubts.

"We are going to play a game," Tigersting declares, a brilliant smile twisting her copper features upwards. She hastily sits back on her hindquarters and reaches a paw up to press her unruly fringe back so she can properly see her siblings. Would they be upset that she would like to find some sort of joy within the midst of such a dark time in Windclan, Tigersting wonders this but decides that ultimately she would not care and they would have to forgive her anyways, granted that they are kin. "Well, are you three gonna ask me what the game is?" She casts a exaggerated, despondent frown towards Featherspine before lurching forward, butting her head into Rivewhisper's shoulder. "C'mon... it'll be fun!"

MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

• //prior to wolf's illness ;>
  @FEATHERSPINE @rivewhisper
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  daughter of SUNSTAR and WOLFSONG, moor-runner of WINDCLAN, 13 moons, she/her 𖤓𓃮

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[FEATHERSPINE]

We're going to play a game, her littermate fervently announced, and Featherspine fixed her with a pointed look of exasperation. Tigersting smiled, all fangs showing, but if anything Featherspine was very practiced at not catching the contagion of smiles. In silence, the chocolate molly blinked for a few moments- she stole a look at Rivewhisper, just for a moment.

It'll be fun, she insisted... in such a dire time, Featherspine felt as if there were bugs beneath his fur at the idea of slacking off. But ... realistically, was there much a regular moor-runner could do? Their ðir was the one tackling that issue. And he worried greatly for Wolfsong, but paws made for hunting could not, should not, interfere in medicinal matters.

"I'll b-b-be the judge of that," Featherspine muttered to her jovial sibling, shoulders dropping a little low in surrender. He would keep a hardy face, but in truth he was quite easily persuaded by his family... it was never a bad thing to be able to keep a closer eye on them all, certainly. They- they had already lost Bearflight, and Featherspine could not recall a single game he had ever played with him. Sense eclipsed by crawling guilt, the marbled tom relented. "Go on then- what is it?" ​

✦ penned by pin​